William Morris (Уильям Моррис)

Pomona

I am the ancient apple-queen,
As once I was so am I now.
For evermore a hope unseen,
Betwixt the blossom and the bough.

Ah, where's the river's hidden Gold!
And where the windy grave of Troy?
Yet come I as I came of old,
From out the heart of Summer's joy. 

1. Of The Three Seekers
2. From the Upland to the Sea
3. The Flowering Orchard
4. To The Muse Of The North
5. Sad-Eyed and Soft and Grey

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